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Post by Akki on Aug 27, 2009 15:13:32 GMT -5
As Akki took the final steps back into her den an involuntary sigh escaped her. She had been out for too long in the bitter cold, hunting. The air outside was fiercely cold, the frozen days a resting time between storms. Weather like this seemed worse than the actual storms; the sun shining in a clear blue sky but giving no warmth, the snow crusted and painful to tread on, the trees more apt to drop their frozen burdens.
With a satisfying thud the hare Akki had caught dropped to the stone beneath her, and she began circling, looking for the hot spot she had discovered on the cave floor. Finding it she curled into a tight ball in the center of its warmth, shivering to dispel the nasty cold. From her position she stared at her meal, thinking on the trouble it had given her.
She had traveled through the Hallowed Woods, tracking nothing, looking for some sign of life that she could eat. Finally she had found this hare’s hole, well used and fresh. She had stood atop it for nearly two hours more, waiting for the hare to venture out and explore this new wonder above his den. When he had finally dared to die she had snapped, moments to early causing her food to bolt. Akki had been forced to chase him, thankfully catching him before her leg gave out.
'Bloody thing...'
Akki was loathe to rise from her warm bed, though her stomach was growling savagely. As was a daily ritual for Akki she cursed the bald trait of her species that kept her inside during the frozen months. She longed to wander aimlessly outside, missing the open skies and fresh scents.
A faint ‘snick’ brought Akki’s head from its resting place on the ground, her head tilting towards the sound… Nothing. She had been hearing noises like this for a few weeks now, and they had her slightly paranoid. Akki had guessed it was the natural sounds of the caves, though it made her think of the company she had kept seasons before.
Once, a week or so earlier Akki had heard a mournful howl, carried like an echo across blizzard winds. She still wondered who’s the voice that travel so far, or if it was just the wind, playing tricks on the lonely mind. She wondered if the packs had reformed, and if they had how soon they would come for her.
Sighing Akki laid her head across her paws, closing her eyes as the warmth lulled her into a peaceful doze. She dreamed of the sun; not the false sun of the winter that gave no heat, but the summer sun: lazing about in its light, basking in the warmth…
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Post by Halspar on Sept 9, 2009 19:31:56 GMT -5
Halspar was ticked.
Blood trickled from his thick skin on his haunch where a very insistent raven had pricked him. Didn’t matter now, though, he thought as he lay the bird’s dead body on the ground. He could not afford any more pain or wounds, not in the cold weather, not when he wasn’t even sure where these blasted dens were. He stopped and stared around him, studying his surroundings. He had been hungry earlier, but not now, even with the raven in front of him. He was in new territory, the faint scent of another slowly becoming stronger. The trees loomed about him, still dark despite the white, blinding snow.
His sigh brought with it a large, billowing cloud of air. He growled savagely.
How was he supposed to survive in this bloody weather? How was he supposed to even make it another hour? His body was shaking and it only made him feel weaker. He did not have time to eat or think about how to survive. He just simply had to do it. He had to find the dens. He had to claim the territory. And then . . .
His large saber like teeth glistened with saliva, their fine points shimmering in the cold sun. A blast of wind came through the north, billowing his tail out behind him. He lifted his head to scent it. There were others out there, but not the same one he’d been following. But that didn’t matter now . . .
Picking up his raven, Halspar picked up one heavy paw and continued on, blood trickling behind, his paws cracked, his skin calloused from the cold. He wanted to d**n his Heus blood but was too proud for that. Instead, he d**ned the Sasriels, and whoever their current leader was for putting him in this predicament. The longer he traveled, the more he considered his quest to murder the alpha of Sun Crest and decided that if the chance came, he would take a few hostages as well. Turn the tables. Make them weak and finish what his blood bound pack had started.
He fell once, his body shaking so bad his paws could no longer hold his unsteady bulk. He lay like a boulder in the snow for a few moments, realizing how blissfully tired he was, how strange it was that his long fang had clipped his jaw and still he had not felt a thing . . .
“Ha ha! The skin-beast is dying! Dying and numb! Ha ha!”
He heard the cackle out of a dumbing doze and looked up just in time to see a tawny colored fox jump right next to his muzzle, grab the raven and leap away. He sprang up and snapped at the small, lithe figure but it was a moment to quick. He growled and took to his heavy paws, stumbling and slamming into a few trees before gaining ground enough to take chase on the fox. Several times the wretched beast stopped just to flick her tail and flash a smile, full of black feathers, before ducking and dashing away. Before too long, Halspar came to a shuddering halt.
Let the bloody fox go! He had higher priorities right now.
His tongue lolled out of his mouth as he stared around, clearly lost . . . but that scent was still getting closer. There was another. There was without a doubt. He’d have to keep on the alert. He tread carefully now, the run waking his senses, though the loss of the raven was a clear dent in his pride. His large paws pushed the snow down deep . . . and deeper as he went on. The woods changed dramatically until he suddenly noticed heavy mounds everywhere. He gazed at them with confusion, careful where he stepped, remember his mother had told him about the open areas all around that lead as entrances. He carefully sniffed the air.
There was someone here.
He stepped forward again and felt his stomach lurch as the ground gave beneath him and in his effort to avoid falling; he leapt to the side, only to crash heavily to the ground, painfully pushing himself up. Slowly, he shook the snow from his skin, shivering anew.
“Hell . . .” he cursed, glancing around as though expecting to be attacked from all sides. But the woods remained quiet, dark, and deep. He swallowed and bared his teeth regardless. “Is someone here?”
He called out the last phrase, sure that his stumble would have been well noticed. He hoped no one had been under where had stepped . . .
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Post by Akki on Sept 9, 2009 21:19:13 GMT -5
The warm underbelly of a Heus wolf was soft against Akkis back. His warm breath passed over her admiring face as he told her the stories of the great battles of their pack. He was her teacher, perhaps the last Heus left in the caverns beside herself.
"The battle raged around us, the Sasriels falling beneath the might of our pack. The glory of that battle, little one, the glory! There has been none like it since! The glory!" He sighed, eyes reflecting on some memory that Akki longed to share. "Then the Outlanders joined the battle... " His voice faltered, changing.
The warmth on Akki's back changed, become coarser, more complete. Looking up Akki caught the eyes of a she-wolf, her great wings spread over Akki's form, protectively.
"This is your end, little one..."
A crash brought Akki to her feet, shaking from the nightmare. Planting herself firmly facing the entrance of her cave Akki waited, not knowing exactly what to expect. Perhaps a giant Sasriel, coming to end her life. Maybe a giant hare come to avenge its fallen brother... Who knew what to expect when one wasn't sure if they were awake or dreaming.
“Is someone here?”
The words fell, almost foreign on Akki's ears. She was momentarily dazed, thrown into a state of confusion at the sound of an actual voice. Again she wondered whether this was a dream-land of her imagination.
Shaking her head Akki regained control. Waking from a nightmare was always the worst part of her days, the dream clouding her mind.
With slow steps Akki made her way to the entrance of the cave, loosening her muscles and lowering her tail. Stepping into the light she blinked away the light reflected off the snow.
The smell that hit her nose was foul, though recognizable. Male-smell assaulted her nose, ripping through the delicate smell of nature she had grown so accustomed to. Tracing her nose to the source of the smell, Akki saw a huge male standing with his back to her, only feet away from her cave entrance.
Akki took a breath, air misting in front of her, "And what, pray-tell, are you doing on my lands, st anger?"
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Post by Halspar on Sept 10, 2009 21:50:58 GMT -5
Halspar stood in silence for a while, his words echoing around him. He was too afraid to move again, for fear that he would step into another tunnel hole. He didn’t want to enter and be stuck in a small den with no escape in case there was someone else here. He had to finish this goal without getting battered up to badly beforehand. He sniffed the air but could not locate where the scent came from; it was spread widely in so many different directions that his tired mind could simply not place it . . .
He growled low and deep, feeling as though he were being watched. These woods . . . these woods were so . . . . so . . .
"And what, pray-tell, are you doing on my lands, stranger?"
He whipped around with a loud snarl, angry at being startled so easily. He snapped out at the female in front of him, his bear like muzzle rolling as he drew the skin from his teeth, exposing his fangs even more, standing tensely, his gaze boldly catching hers. He had never been taught pack structure, and thus, was unaware of the risk he was taking in this silent challenge.
“Your lands?” he said with another, low, throaty growl. He narrowed his eyes and took a confident step forward. “If these are your lands, then where is your pack?”
He tried to find a hint of fear in her, anything he could use as leverage. Her eyes glinted with something though, but he could tell it wasn’t the emotion he wanted. The only female he had ever known was his mother; and this female was at without a doubt stronger than his mother had been.
He raised his tail only slightly, thinking that if he appeared weak, she would tear him to pieces.
But then, perhaps she wanted to do that anyway . . . he couldn’t tell.
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Post by Akki on Sept 27, 2009 10:01:50 GMT -5
She sat, stone still, at the entrance of her den watching every move the stranger made with an eerie gaze. The dominant side of Akki roared with subdued anger when the male challenged her, fighting against her control to be set free. But she held the violent reaction at bay, resisting the urge to hunch and take a protective pose. His response to her entrance was amusing, to say the least. He obviously had no idea who, or what he was dealing with.
This might be fun.
The thin Mohawk of fur along Akki's spin caught in the wind, dancing with its invisible whims. The icy air was terrible compared to the warm spot of Akki's den, an part of her wanted to finish this male simply so she could return to it. She had no time for insolence.
He snapped out at her, his body tense, silently challenging her.
Then again...
“Your lands? If these are your lands, then where is your pack?”
Slowly Akki, stood, looking away from the male to study the surrounding area. "Stupid male. Lands do not need a pack. They do not even need an alpha. They would go on living even if we wolves whipped ourselves off the pages of history." She brought her gaze back to his. Akki's pupils were completely dilated; the black circles making her eyes look red in the thin sunlight.
Akki stood, completely relaxed and began walking towards the male. "The question is not where is my pack... But how are you going to survive even just me. You see, the winter is a much more deadly enemy then I," she had passed by his tensed head, and was walking behind him now, hovering close to his body. Uncomfortably close.
"You do wrong to question the one wolf who might actually give a d**n whether you live or die" On one flank a line of frozen blood had trickled down his naked flank. Leaning towards him Akki licked the blood away, savoring the taste. "And it is stupid to challenge a strong alpha when you are dying from the cold." With that sentence Akki rammed her full strength into his wounded flank, hoping to throw his tense body off balance and onto the ground.
Akki bared her teeth, eyes annoyed and angry. In a deadly voice Akki repeated; "Now tell me, stranger; what are you doing in my lands."
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Post by Halspar on Oct 2, 2009 21:48:34 GMT -5
He tensed as she came towards him, keeping his eyes locked hard on hers. He snarled continuously, as it was all he could think to do. Stupid males? He was bigger than her, stronger . . . He couldn’t hold back the snap that he let out when her eyes glinted in the sunlight, appearing so bright and red. Who did she think she was? A god?
“The winter can be survived if handled right, I know that much.” He snapped back. “I was a loner all my life; my mother was outcasted from this pack. If I can survive the winter, I can survive any d**n, pig head female. Perhaps you should be more conscious of those who decide whether you live or die.”
He took a step forward as he felt her lick his flank and his eyes glittered angrily, and he took a swipe at her with his paw, missing by inches. The course fur along his spine fanned out as he narrowed his eyes and raised his tail higher. He would show her. . .
Suddenly, he had been rammed into a tree, freezing cold snow falling mercilessly onto his skin. He quickly tried to hide his shock and stumbled clumsily to his paws. He breathed heavily for a second, his massive chest rising and falling as he whipped his head back towards her.
"Now tell me, stranger; what are you doing in my lands."
Halspar seemed calm for a second, closing his eyes he gained his senses, thinking through his anger. He couldn’t believe he had been taken by surprise like that . . . well, that wouldn’t happen again.
“First of all,” he snarled. “My name is Halspar.”
When he opened his eyes again, they were bright with wild rage.
“Second, these lands . . .” he turned, tensing once more. “Are no longer yours!”
He launched himself from off the ground, saber like teeth, exposed in the bright sunlight, their sharp pointed tips ready to rip and tear. His eyes zeroed in on her throat, naked and exposed. First he would take this land . . . and then, Sun Crest!
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Post by Akki on Oct 3, 2009 9:19:05 GMT -5
“First of all, my name is Halspar. Second, these lands . . .Are no longer yours!”
Akki realized a moment to late that the fool was going to attack, and she reacted instinctively. A low growl ripped her throat, a satisfied rumbling note. She lived for the fight, in the end. Everything else was fun, but there was no experience like that of battle. You did not have control. Fighting was the ultimate game.
She moved quickly to the side as he lunged, his attack missing her throat, but grazing her shoulder. The skin broke, barely, and thin stream of blood trickled down her shoulder. The smell of her own blood acted as a stimulant, and she began her fight.
Snapping she shot foreword with incredible speed, aiming for his front limbs, dodging quickly away. Akki's attack brought her close to his flank, she brought her long claws up and swiped out at him, hoping to hit. In a dance she worked her way around his body, narrowly dodging most of his attacks. He had superior weight, but Akki was fast.
Akki pranced backwards, "Come on Hali... Your lands are waiting for you. There’s only a pig-headed female in your way.." Akki was prowling a short distance away from him, holding herself close to the ground. Come on pretty boy... It’s just me. Come on, kill me!"
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Post by Halspar on Oct 3, 2009 17:53:01 GMT -5
Halspar landed heavily, snarling in frustration as he merely grazed her shoulder. His long nails dug into the ground as he watched her, the lack of her wounds infuriating him even more. His course spine of fur fanned out once more as he tensed his muscles and watched her with avid hate. The need to fight, the need to rip at her exposed flesh, was driving him crazy. Her eyes glinted back at him . . . seconds before she lunged at him again. He jolted back, but too late; she had caught his front paw in her teeth, yanking him forward so that his weight caused him to overbalance and ended up rolling in the snow.
He stumbled to his feet again, shaking the bitter stuff from his body, ignoring the burning pain in his paw. His skin rippled with another vicious snarl as he watched her prance away. She was quicker than him . . . and proud of it obviously.
Her words struck a chord with him . . . especially with the name “Hali.” He’d show her Hali . . .
“As you wish, my lady . . . I’ve never been known to deny a female’s request!”
She asked for death? She’d get it!
He prowled with her, until they were both circling, looking for the opportune time to attack. He knew she was quick, but he had to figure out how to use his weight against her . . .
He tried to give no sign as to his intentions before he leapt at her again, claws and fangs extended towards her exposed flank, but his paw tripped him up and the move appeared to become a less than graceful action . . .
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Post by Akki on Oct 7, 2009 13:35:35 GMT -5
Akki laughed, low and brutal, mocking Halspar in his weakness. The glory of a fight glinted behind her eyes as she prowled around her opponents, their movements like that of a strange dance. "Come and get me, Hali dear," Akki sang in a mock voice, like she was encouraging a pup to do a difficult task.
Halspar watched her, eyes following her every move, calculating. He knew that he could not best her with speed; that much was obvious; but he was built like a boulder. If he could find an opening in her defense, he would use his full weight against her.
She was counting on it.
“As you wish, my lady . . . I’ve never been known to deny a female’s request!”
"Well then, that’s your only good quality, what with that ugly maw. Did your mommy teach you your manners? If so I must commend her, I would not have bothered keeping such a rude pup."
Akki slowed her movements just barely, waiting for him to advance. She hunkered down, hunching her shoulders and moving her center of balance closer to the earth. From here his weight might hurt, a lot, but he could do no serious damage, and she might still be able to have an advantage.
He lunged, tripped up by his paw, the graceless movement earning a smirk from Akki as she took advantage of his weakness. With an angry snap Akki uncoiled, flashing to his side with uncanny speed and biting at a point high on his neck, to wound not kill. If she could catch hold Akki might be able to force him to the ground, and Halspar would be hard pressed to get away.
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Post by Halspar on Oct 14, 2009 20:23:25 GMT -5
Halspar’s eyes narrowed, Akki’s words arousing even more anger from him. He brought his head up to display his dagger like fangs even more, muscles rippling as he tensed . . . waiting . . .
He snapped out angrily as she spoke of his mother, her words reminding him of his first ambition. Kill the alpha of Sun Crest . . . the alpha . . . of Sun Crest. Hell, why not just wipe out the whole entire pack while he was at it?
“You have no right to speak of my mother!” he growled. “She died saving me so I could take care of you!”
Once he had lunged, he knew it had been stupid; he felt her bite the instant she bit into his skin. A booming yelp echoed through the macabre trees and his lumbering form arched as he felt his hind feet give way from underneath him. He crashed heavily onto the snow packed earth, his head spinning, his eyes closed as he tried to make sense of what had just happened.
The fresh bite started to sting as he lay with his back in the snow. And that’s when it hit. His back was in the snow.
He opened his eyes to see her standing menacingly above him, long, elegant fangs extended until he completely and wholly submitted. Instinct, for the first time, kicked in. He had been beaten. She was dominant. She was his alpha
He curled his tail between his legs, letting out a remorseful whimper as he nipped at her chin obediently.
Humiliating.
“I am yours.” He said finally, casting eyes away respectfully, though a biting growl still held onto his voice. “You win.”
He shook ever so slightly from the cold but it didn’t matter. He glanced sideways through the trees. As long as he still got his revenge on the sasriel pack, he could live with this . . . and that’s when he heard it.
The crystal, distant voice that could only belong to one wolf.
“Weaklings!” he muttered, hate dripping from his voice. “Why must we fear them? Part bird, part wolf – they contribute nothing to our species! I intend to take the whole pack down . . . every single . . . feathered one!”
He sighed, starting to shake more as body sunk lower into the snow. He placed a paw lightly Akki’s chest, his claws barely touching her skin. Her quick pulse vibrated through him as he looked up cautiously, his body language quietly asking to let him up.
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Post by Akki on Oct 25, 2009 16:05:06 GMT -5
Akki growled with satisfaction as her attack forced Halspar onto his back, his naked body quivering in the snow. She kept a paw on his chest, teeth held close to his face. “I am yours. You win.” She let go of his neck, pulling her head back and looking down at him, basking in his submission. She lowered her head next to his ear, "Thats right, Hali, thats right. And you had better remember just who beat you... Akki, Alphess of Blood Fang."
She lifted her head, looking to wards the mountains in the distance, ears perked to wards the voice that was carried on the wind. She recognized it as the lonely voice that had been carried on the winds earlier... So that was the voice of the Sasriel pack. Akki tilted her head as another voice joined the beautiful song that echoed from the mountains. So there were more then?
"Weaklings..." Akki glared down at Halspar, slightly annoyed that he had broken into her thoughts... She had become used to the solitude of her own head, and the fact that Halspar actually had to talk to communicate was an annoying development. So he hated the Sasriel then? That was intresting... "You'll not touch anyone in that pack without my permission, Hali dear... We're not to touch the dearies..."
Halspars paw gently pressed on her chest, his claws little pinpoints of pressure against her skin. I was strange, the touch of another wolf, like something from another world, lost somewhere in the depths of her mind. She stretched her neck down and nipped at his nose, putting extra pressure on the paw on his chest before pulling back and looking to wards the mountains.
Akki stood over Halspar, letting him struggle up around her legs.
The Sasriel...
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Post by Halspar on Oct 28, 2009 22:48:29 GMT -5
Halspar grumbled lightly in his throat at his “nickname.” Hali . . . who did she think she was, putting him through this much harassment? Alphess of Blood Fang . . . He sighed, continuing to shiver in the snow. If it were warmer out, he’d probably fight more, but as it was, she had the advantage. She was the Alphess.
For now.
He was surprised at her response to the sasriel’s voice and sneered in disgust. She acted like she . . . liked them . . . respected them even. Sickening! They were their enemies! Or supposed to be . . . what sort of Alphess was she? He grunted when she nipped at him once more, pushing on his chest before removing her weight all together. He took this moment to struggle up around her, his large, muscled limbs creating a white flurry around him as he pushed himself up and away from her, keeping his stance low and guarded, his tail tucked for good measure. His bright eyes regarded suspiciously for a moment before averting again.
He wanted to ask for acceptance into her pack, as humiliating as it was, but another question plagued his mind.
“Alphess . . . permission to attack the Sasriel pack? Are you serious?” his breathing was heavy and shook from his cold bodies attempt to keep warm. “They are our enemies, they are undeserving of the status that puts them above others – they don’t even demand it! It is given to them. There can’t be many, we can take them down!”
He paused, catching his breath, his wounds from her bites beginning to ache in the cold.
“You speak as if you have respect for them,” he said bitterly.
Some Alphess of Blood Fang. . .
He glanced once at the underground dens and wondered for a moment what it would be like to warm again. Though the winds had died down, it was still freezing cold for him. But acceptance was a different issue. She didn’t seriously . . . respect . . . the Sasriels, did she?
Shivering, he waited for an answer.
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Post by Akki on Nov 12, 2009 13:28:52 GMT -5
Akki returned her intense gaze back to Halspar, his attitude distracting her completely from her silent reverie. His disgust at her statement was obvious on his face, no matter the amount of submission he masked it with. Akki's ears flattened back, and she growled, baring her impressive fangs at his words. His insubordination was... annoying.
“You speak as if you have respect for them.”
"There, there Hali..." Her voice was low and threatening, "The Sasriel are not to be underestimated. More than the cold wiped out the Old Pack. What do you propose we do? Take our numerous pack members and march up the mountain and destroy the unknown number of wolves that reside in the caves? Be my guest. If the cold does not kill you, then may your own stupidity do so, for all our sakes."
Akki was beginning to shiver, the warmth that her body had generated during the fight slowly leaving her muscles. She glanced down at Halspar, who was in a properly submissive stance. Annoyed Akki said, "Stop cowering, and get inside before you freeze. Not that it would hurt my feelings if you stayed here."
With that Akki turned and began a brisk walk to the den. Akki ducked into the hole, not bothering to check if Halspar had followed. Heading to her spot on the cave floor Akki plopped down, the warmth from the stone instantly working to sooth her shivering body.
Halspar seemed to be impulsive, and angry. If he were to be of any use to her he would need to be cured of those traits. There would be times to fight, but now was not one of them. The Heus were to few, and the Sasriel were just as strong as they. Respect, Halspar said?
Yes... Maybe that is what she had, a grudging respect for the enemies that had taken her pack down, diminishing her numbers to nothing. The Sasriel were strong, and would work to unite the packs against any force that the Heus could create... That was where Akki would work to make sure they failed. If the packs remained disjointed, the Heus could easily rule. The instant the packs allied against her was when the battles would really begin.
Soon, with the warm seasons burgeoning around the corner... Soon Akki would begin her game.
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Post by Mercy on Nov 12, 2009 15:01:54 GMT -5
The ebony fae strolled quietly through the trees, sapphire eyes bright and alert, her long graceful body slinking through the gnarled trees like the quiet shadow that she was. Her face held no emotion; not fear, not concern, not even interest. She stepped carefully through the snow, the cold hardly noticeable at all to her. This was her forte, being quiet and unassuming, slinking like the lone wolf she had become . . . unnoticed, nothing more than a minor threat. She looked like an easy target, easy enough to kill.
She waited for a fool to make that mistake.
Her tail tip lightly brushed the snow behind her she continued her trek. She was surely in Blood Fang territory now; she could smell it. She stopped to scent the air, quietly taking in the smell of the trees and the snow, the earth and the small things living beneath it . . . and then that of the Heus. It was faint which either meant the pack was no more, or there was very, very few. All of a sudden her ears pricked and she backed herself into the shadows, crouching low so as not to be seen.
This is it, she thought. She swallowed quietly and slowly followed the sound of distant voices.
She hung back just in time to see two Heus, easily recognizably by their size, shape, and naked black bodies. The female was dominant, the male submissive. The female was annoyed.
Good.
She waited until the female was gone before she turned and slunk around the side of their underground dens. She had always wanted to know how these beasts had survived the winter . . . and now she had found out. But there had to be more than one entrance, and she was going to find it. She shifted through the shadows, becoming more and more like them, becoming silent and difficult to see. Nothing more than a ghost. She had not known if the male had followed her in, but Mercy was sure he would. It would freezing out here to them; she one the other hand, would probably sleep outside of the dens . . . assuming this would go as planned. Her light paw steps finally found a frail spot that she was looking for and she stepped back, not wanting to make her entrance known. No need to give them advance warning, it would take all the punch out of her arrival. She wanted to do this right.
She nosed enough dirt and snow out of the way for her thin body to fit through and then leapt down lightly into the tunnel. She stared around in the darkness for a moment, blinked and walked forward, following her nose. She had to keep her head down, her head rubbing the ceiling when she walked her full height. She followed a series of confusing tunnels, unafraid of getting lost; she had lived in River Wood where the whole darn forest was a labyrinth. She could handle this. When she was finally close enough to see the shape of the Alphess on the floor, its warmth healing her cold body. Mercy tilted her head, growing warm but she did not allow herself to pant. Instead she strolled ever so closer, keeping to the darkest parts of the tunnel and then she stopped, eyeing the Alphess and waiting to see if her other companion would join her. She didn’t speak. Did make the slightest of noises.
She wanted to be discovered first.
That way, the Alphess would know what she was getting, that way the Alphess would be aware of Mercy’s abilities and strengths.
She stood as if made of stone, waiting for the Alphess to feel intense eyes on the back of her neck.
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Post by Halspar on Nov 13, 2009 12:34:18 GMT -5
Halspar wanted to growl but held it back, his ears laying down heatedly as Akki's voice echoed in his brain. He didn't want to admit to the logic of her statement. The cold climb would surely kill them, and on top of that . . . she was . . . right . . . They honestly didn't know what they were up against.
But come spring time . . .
"Stop cowering, and get inside before you freeze. Not that it would hurt my feelings if you stayed here."
He pricked his ears at the invitation, his massive bulk shifting as he stood. The warmth was enough for him to shut his yap for the moment, waiting half impaietnly as Akki made her way into the den. Well, he guessed he could put up with this. After she had gone in, he hulkingly made his way towards her . . . sadly and pathetically submissive. He stopped once however, his eyes swinging over the trees. His fur stood on end for a moment and he tentavily sniffed the air. Cold air shot up his nose and he sneezed. He huffed and peered through the forest . . .
Who was he kidding? It was probably just a fox.
Shaking his head, he heaved himself into the hole, ducking low untilt the den opened out. He watched as Akki curled up on the floor and then slowly, he lowered himself down as well.
"Can I have position into your pack then?" he mumbled, still partially humiliated from the fight before. "Or - "
Suddenly Halspar stopped and tensed, his eyes raking over the series of a dark tunnels. He came unsurely to his paws and growled low. Okay now he was sure someone else was here . . .
He didn't see anything though and that was what bothered him. The cold scent in his nose was still bothering him and paced in a circle, clearly uneasy. He bared his large fangs but did not growl again. He thought he something, but he couldn't be sure.
"You didn't tell me you had company . . ." he whispered to her.
Assuming she knew she had company . . .
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